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I get her a bag and she smiles. ‘Thanks for sorting out my tire, Finn,’ she says. ‘I’ll go inside, sort this out, get dressed, then fix us up those sandwiches.’ She ticks things off an imaginary list.
‘Oh,’ I say, eyes widening. ‘You still doing that, then?’
She giggles. ‘The sandwiches? Of course. I’m starving.’
‘Me too,’ I growl, and I set about finishing attaching the tire while she makes me lunch. Takes a little longer than I thought it would, actually. I’m not exactly used to putting tires on a car as fancy as this. It’s way more fiddly than my Chevy. Don’t know how anyone could put up with a car this irritating, but then I guess it’s her sister’s, not hers. I wonder what kind of car Addison would buy for herself. Probably a fast one. One that could take her as far away from here as quickly as possible.
I’m so hungry, I consider going to eat lunch dressed like this, smeared with black and brown and red and goodness knows what substances all over my clothes and skin. But I don’t want to scare the poor girl any more than is necessary, so I wait at the door, asking Addison to bring me out a towel and a change of clothes. Best I don’t head back in the cabin full of all this dirt.
Addison appears at the door in a matter of minutes, holding a towel, a black sleeveless top and my green meditation track pants. She hands them to me with a wink. ‘Told you I liked these pants,’ she says.
I grin and laugh. If I didn’t know better, I’d say my wife is flirting with me right now. But she can’t be. I’m fairly sure she hates my guts. Still, seeing her wink at me like that, and remembering how good she looked when she came out of the shower — I’m hard as a rock.
I thank her, and then go and take avery coldshower.
Now’s not the time, Finn. You can please yourself once the lady’s gone. For now, your focus is making sure she’s okay. Not thinking about fucking her every five seconds.
My dick hasn’t completely softened when I get out, but at least I’m clean. I pull on my green pants and the top. I can’t help wondering if she gave me this top so she could check out my ink and my muscles. Andtotallyshe wants me in the green pants so she can check out my butt. I wonder what would happen if I just marched back into the cabin right now, lifted her up onto the kitchen counter, spread her legs wide, and started to eatherfor lunch.
Obviously, that is not what I’m going to do.
I’m going to go back in there, like a good boy, and make polite conversation with her.
‘Fuck,’ I say, as I enter the cabin. ‘Something smells good.’
I look over at the oven, and see oozy yellow cheese bubbling away under the broiler.
Addison is in the living room, bending over the fire, her cute little ass sticking out as she chucks in another log. She must have gotten that fire going all by herself. I’m beginning to think I’ve seriously underestimated this chick.
‘I topped them with apple and bacon,’ says Addison. ‘An old favorite recipe. Take them off the heat for me now, please?’
‘Sure thing.’ I take out the open-faced sandwiches and put them onto two plates, then Addison comes over and joins me.
‘Let’s eat them by the fire,’ she says. ‘I’m chilly after that shower.’
I can’t help chuckling. ‘Yeah. Itiscold, but you get used to it.’
‘You really shower like that all year round, with cold rainwater?’
‘Yup. Even when it’s snowing. It’s… invigorating.’
Her turn to laugh now. ‘You want a beer?’
I shake my head. ‘No thanks, darlin’, but you go ahead. I don’t drink, you see. Not anymore.’
She looks disappointed. ‘You sure you don’t mind? I just… I could use something, after the…’ She doesn’t want to give a name to what happened in here less than an hour ago and neither do I.
We take our food over to the couch and I move Eric out the way. He walks sleepily over to his dog bed and instantly falls asleep over there. Good dog.
‘So,’ says Addison, taking a piece of bread between two dainty fingers. ‘What do we do next?’
I’m so taken aback by her question my mouth hangs open. We? Next? What’s she talking about? ‘I, uh, I thought you were leaving,’ I tell her.
Addison’s green eyes have regained some of their former sparkle. ‘Iwas,’ she says. ‘But now I know what he’s capable of... Well, I believe you. I trust you.’
Oh, shit. She still thinks that Chris did this, and it’s gotten her on side with me. If I tell her that hedidn’tdo it, what then? Do we go back to being worst enemies again?
But I can’t lie to her.
